There's a
Destructive imagination
We call them
Video games
We fantasize about wars
And killing people
Are
Developing ways
To make virtual
A reality
But in reality
There are people
Who
Live that in actuality
Daily
A dark game
That
Never ends
You can't
Unplug
Power off
If you
Die
You can't
Respawn
You don't get
Unlimited defenses
Bullets
Coming towards you
Don't deflect
Because they're
Not just a
Visual effect
You can't choose
"Easy mode"
The controller is
Glued to your hands
And you don't
Control the buttons
Background noise
Isn't
Obscene jokes
Through
The headset
It's
Crying, screaming
Agonizing
Tangible
Fear
It's
Death
And those hearts
To save up
Aren't blinking on the screen
To give you life
Where's your heart?
You sold it
To the screen
For three hundred
Pieces of paper
For a console
As your consolation
From reality
Where once you die
That's it
Game over.
